The fascist. They’re upset an idea of the past is stuck there.

It appears to them so much better than the suffering of now.

And so they pluck bits from old pages and pictures,

Morphing them into a hideous collage of infatuation,

Slandering them overtop a reality of shared suffering,

Longing for relief from this moment in images long past.

The Lifestyle Imagery of a known past can appear a better rhythm to live,

As much as a far future’s dream looks to be a more hopeful experience.

But you live solidified and dead in the past,

As you exist shattered by possible futures,

This moment will be all the clarity you get.

So cherish what you have, as you have it,

That your lifestyle will embellish your mysterious soul,

Not only reflect images from an unknowable past one.

And that your hopes will bring better shared futures,

Not only timelines you’ve bent to your manic luck.

The past is there to live from,

The future is there to live for,

But now is what you live in,

So be there with it,

React to it,

Speak to it.

Not dead or shattered by time,

Not collaging images stuck in your mind,

Not dreaming of better futures without you,

Instead, living your time to align its extents.